Beautiful justice, a radiant gleam,
A hope restored, a sacred dream.
It rises high, like dawn's embrace,
Illuminating every hidden place.
With steady hand and purpose clear,
It lifts the voiceless, draws them near.
The broken heart, the weary soul,
Find solace in its gentle goal.
Beautiful justice, a quiet force,
Carving a fair and rightful course.
Through tangled paths, through trials steep,
Its flame burns bright, its promise deep.
It speaks not loud, but rings profound,
In every heart where truth is found.
No hate can mar, no lie can erase,
The timeless beauty of its grace.
Beautiful justice, unshaken, strong,
A melody that rights the wrong.
Its beauty blooms where courage stands,
In steadfast hearts and steadfast hands.
A melody that rights the wrong.
Its beauty blooms where courage stands,
In steadfast hearts and steadfast hands.
By Sheisddavid
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